Luyện nghe bài hát Down (Lloyd Banks Diss)

Oooooh,

(The Game)
That's Lloyd Bank's singin',
You tell your boy to keep his mouth closed,
Or he gon' get a tux,
And a wake,
How my bow tie lookin'?,
You ready?,
go.

When I see Banks it's goin', (down, down)
If you in the car wit em' you get, (down, oooh well)
rifle,
And i'm on sight so,
Ski mask, i'm psycho,
My gun got scope.

Two in the leg em, (down, down)
From Thirty away he fell, (down, oooh well)
kids like Michael,
One of the dice, oh!,
You gamble wit' your life,
die slow.

Now your goin', (down, down)
Tony Yayo to run,
I chased him, (down, well)
I hate the Jakes,
Pat him down his cake,
He wanna be a nigga,
Might as paint his face.

And how I get, (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit i'm not (down, oooh well)
Used to wit' em',
Slice up the pie em',
Got out the group,
I wasn't gon' die wit' em'.

And how it went, (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came, (down, well)
Had Thirty wit' me,
that sport the Dickies,
out of cabs,
We want to talk to 50.

We wanna know what's (down, down)
pulled heat it went, (down, oooh well)
Had to the block,
I ain't tryna' the cops,
a couple shots,
Then I seen the cases drop.

P-nut to get, (down, down)
I back and saw my nigga goin', (down, oooh well)
I said,"homie we can't em'",
What if my dyin',
Soon as we hit then,
We police sirens.

Oh shit!, goin', (down, down)
Guns out, they him to get, (down, oooh well)
He on knees,
Blood out his jeans,
Catch 22 should I go to jail or the scene.

way it's goin', (down, down)
So I in the truck and went, (down, oooh well)
in a black suburban,
One on my mind,
Go til' them fags get murdered.

'cause he tried to get my shot, (down, down)
But he survived and now he goin' (down, well)
To the station,
Police at the waitin'
On me to arrive and now I gotta em'.

They wanna a nigga, (down, down)
We on the elevator goin', (down, oooh well)
fitted,
Got the lean,
So ain't notice me,
Now mad as fuck,
And watch my Range Rover leave.

Hit the 95 and head, (down, down)
It's to so i can lay it, (down, oooh well)
Catch the first thing smoking the L-A-X,
up my Air Nikes,
Then I the whole flight.

Had a about it goin', (down, down)
Woke up and saw my comin', (down, oooh well)
Missed the trees,
everyday,
New my second home,
But i'm in L.A.

And i shit, (down, down)
The was empty so I sat, (down, oooh well)
And just my biz,
Theres two sides to every story,
And I tell it like it is.

And how it went, (down, down)
On my son that's all that went, (down, well)
So tellin' them lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines,
And stations nigga you know what happened.

Me and Banks aint, (down, down)
Keep shit, i'll lay you, (down, oooh well)

You ran out the backdoor nigga,
All I wanted to do was man,
To see was what.

Y'all was too scared to come, (down, down)
You've been to Compton, you know how I get, (down, well)
So fuck nigga,
And it's that,
For life.